On Our Wedding Night, I Discovered the Crown Prince's Hidden Illness-Chapter 793: Affirming Conjecture

Leng Yu Yan followed Ye Yiheng onto the horse carriage, and because he held her hand, she could only sit next to him.

"Yanyan’s hand is really soft,"

Ye Yiheng played with her fingers, his voice as arrogantly cold as ever.

Her hand was so gentle and soft, the phrase "soft as if boneless" now seemed more fitting than ever.

Leng Yu Yan raised her other hand and slapped the back of his hand, "You’re still saying that!"

Her voice was coy, almost like a protest.

Ye Yiheng laughed teasingly, "I haven’t spoken about anything else, where did your thoughts stray?"

Leng Yu Yan was choked up and found herself at a loss for words.

When it came to shamelessness, she certainly couldn’t surpass him.

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Zuixian Building.

Inside a private room, Ji Qingyu was drinking.

Qing Ge entered gracefully; her rouge-stained hand picked up the wine pot and poured a full cup for Ji Qingyu.

"The Commandery Prince is right; the Crown Princess Consort is indeed intelligent."

Ji Qingyu downed the wine in his cup in one gulp and asked, "Where have you been?"

Qing Ge’s mind tightened, and she stammered, "It’s nothing."

Ji Qingyu placed the wine cup down heavily, "Speak!"

Qing Ge’s body trembled slightly, "I had the maid disguise herself as a beggar, hoping to knock her out with a drug, but she didn’t fall for it."

"With those tricks of yours?" Ji Qingyu sneered coldly.

Qing Ge remained silent for a long time, then mustered the courage to ask, "Does the Commandery Prince require my services tonight?"

Ji Qingyu poured himself another drink, glancing at the woman standing beside the table.

"You may leave, I don’t need you tonight."

Qing Ge nodded, backed away a few steps, and left the private room.

Ji Qingyu stood up and walked to the window, looking up at the bright moon hanging high in the sky.

The moon tonight seemed as full as it was the previous night, yet his mood had dropped even lower.

Unconsciously, he took out a porcelain bottle from his belt, pinching it with his thumb and forefinger as he examined it closely.

Ah Yan’s antidote truly worked; he had poured cold water over his head last night and, to his surprise, it hadn’t triggered his cold disease.

How high was her medical skill exactly?

He remembered his mother’s fingers stuck together; for many years, countless doctors had been helpless. Under Ah Yan’s dexterous hands, not only did his mother’s fingers separate, but they also regained much of their function.

His mother once asked Ah Yan why her medical skill was so good?

Ah Yan had merely said that she’d read a few rare medical books.

Very few people in this world have reached the pinnacle of medical skill just by reading a few rare medical books.

He vividly remembered when Ah Yan had successfully operated on his mother’s hand; the blind man had instructed not to publicize the treatment of her hand too much. At that time, he assumed it was because Ah Yan’s outstanding medical skill—if known to the public—would attract countless patients.

Suddenly, an idea struck him; the blind man had been searching for a doctor everywhere for years, and only last year did he begin to search for a Divine Doctor.

And now, the news about the blind man seeking a doctor had seemingly stopped.

Ji Qingyu clenched the porcelain bottle tightly, a seemingly impossible possibility crossing his mind!

The blind man had sent people to Linqing Pavilion more than once, but recently there had been none.

Most of the people the blind man sent to Linqing Pavilion were Dark Guards of the Eastern Palace, who were very tight-lipped, so one would certainly get nothing out of them.

But there was someone he might be able to get some information from.

That person was Jian Lecheng.

Perhaps he could verify his guess from Jian Lecheng’s mouth.

"Someone come," he called.

The waiter quickly entered, "Sir, what can I do for you?"

"Prepare a few jars of fine wine; this prince needs to make a trip."

He had to visit Duke Jiang Mansion and have a good talk with Jian Lecheng.

The waiter was swift and soon brought several jars of fine wine; Ji Qingyu picked them up and strode out of the wine building.

An hour later, Ji Qingyu entered Duke Jiang Mansion.

Previously, Ye Yiheng had assigned Jian Lecheng many tasks, and he had been busy with these matters for some time.

Seeing Ji Qingyu come in, Jian Lecheng was quite surprised.

"What wind has blown Prince Qing here?"

Ji Qingyu picked up a wine pot, "Couldn’t find anyone to drink with, so I came to you. Why? Is my timing not right?"

Jian Lecheng laughed, "I have been busy all day, and the lord has eaten and drunk well by himself; I was just worrying about having no one to drink with."

After speaking, he ordered servants to bring some dishes.

The two hit it off right away and started drinking using the stone table in front of the study as their dining table.

After a few cups, Jian Lecheng squinted and sized up Ji Qingyu sitting across from him. The man appeared amiable and gentle on the surface, but in reality, he was aloof.

They didn’t interact much, and when the Crown Prince and Ji Qingyu were on good terms before, there had been some communication between them. Later, as Ji Qingyu fell out with the Crown Prince, they had almost entirely stopped visiting each other.

Today, this person had extraordinarily sought him out for a drink, which was indeed strange.

Jian Lecheng lifted the wine pot to pour more wine and asked, "As the saying goes, one doesn’t visit the Temple of Three Treasures without a reason. Prince Qing, what brought you to me, exactly?"

Ji Qingyu smiled, after all, he was someone who followed a blind man, his wariness was still there.

"Didn’t I just say it? I’m here to drink with you."

Jian Lecheng also smiled, "Prince Qing must have some matter."

Ji Qingyu raised an eyebrow and smiled, "You know I suffer from the cold disease, a torment so painful it’s hard to bear, and wish to find a cure sooner. Prior to this, I heard the Crown Prince had dispatched you to Linqing Pavilion. Given your familiarity with the Linqing Pavilion, tell me, if I were to visit there to meet the Pavilion Master successfully, how much gold should I bring?"

Upon hearing this, Jian Lecheng’s smile stiffened, "I left the Linqing Pavilion without any success; I’m afraid I can’t help the Prince with this question."

"Is that truly so?" Ji Qingyu’s lips curled into a knowing smirk, "But recently, it seems the Crown Prince’s cold disease hasn’t been flaring up as frequently."

Jian Lecheng said, "His Highness the Crown Prince has been outside the capital for two months, and besides, with the heat now, it’s normal for the cold disease not to flare up."

"Drink, let’s drink."

Ji Qingyu raised his cup, his smile bright and clear.

The two continued to drink quite a lot, each harboring different thoughts.

An hour later, Ji Qingyu suggested he should leave.

Jian Lecheng did not insist on him staying and only said, "I’ll see the Prince out."

Ji Qingyu pretended to be half-drunk, swaying slightly as he spoke, "No need, no need."

Saying this, with Leng Song supporting him, he left the Duke Jiang Mansion.

After pondering for a moment, Jian Lecheng decided to go to the Eastern Palace.

But fearing that Ji Qingyu might still be outside the Duke Mansion, he could only pace within the mansion.

After a quarter of an hour, Jian Lecheng finally left.

At the gate of the mansion, he looked around; the night was deep, and quiet, and after confirming there was nothing unusual, he got into his horse carriage and headed straight for the Eastern Palace.

Hidden behind the dense canopy, Ji Qingyu smirked contemptuously; it seemed his guess was correct.

On the carriage of Duke Jiang Mansion, Jian Lecheng was restlessly uneasy.

Today’s visit by Ji Qingyu was definitely not just for a drink.

Instinct told him that Ji Qingyu must have ulterior motives.

In recent times, indeed, there had been fewer occurrences of the Crown Prince His Highness’s cold disease.

Could it be he was thinking too much, and Ji Qingyu was simply intereated in curing the cold disease?

No, that was not right!

If Ji Qingyu’s purpose in inquiring about the Linqing Pavilion was to cure his cold disease, in Ji Qingyu’s view, wouldn’t the Crown Prince’s infrequent outbreaks be the work of the Linqing Pavilion?

Thinking this, Jian Lecheng hurriedly said to the coachman, "Faster, go faster!"

The night was deep, and there were hardly any pedestrians or vehicles on the road; the horse carriage from Duke Jiang Mansion traveled unhindered.

Upon reaching the Eastern Palace, Jian Lecheng hurried toward the bedroom.

Song Guo stood outside the bedroom, and upon seeing Jian Lecheng coming, asked anxiously, "What brings the Young Master here so late?"

"Yes, something urgent!" Jian Lecheng pushed Song Guo aside and headed towards the bedroom.

"Bang, bang, bang—"

The bedroom door was knocked on.

Inside, on the bed, Ye Yiheng slightly lifted himself from Leng Yu Yan...